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The prediction: global warming
Will, quite soon, erode our shores;
Brand-new coastlines will be forming,
Closing geographic doors.

So it's farewell, Ocean City,
Myrtle Beach, and Malibu;
Bye bye, Brighton, old and pretty,
Soon beneath the waves. Boo hoo!

This is news that's, frankly, stunning;
Guess it means, if folks are lucky,
Won't be long till they are sunning
On the beaches of Kentucky.

Days are numbered, Riviera;
It's, alas, not if but  when.
Notwithstanding, I don't care a
Hoot, for I'll be dead by then.